Chapter 19
Beth lay shivering, no blanket now, only the wet canvas coat to warm her. Her cheek pressed against the damp and rotting floorboards of the storage room. She could watch everything from this perspective, the bugs and spiders scurrying across the floor. She was mesmerized, briefly, by how the dust motes danced in the sunlight. Beth bent toward the sunlight, like a pine in the forest, hungry for the nourishment its warmth would provide. And then there the mice; she watched as one of the tiny creatures made a tour of the room, its nose wriggling as it sniffed in corners, searching for crumbs. Beth trembled, biting her lip as it came close to her, right up to her face, in fact. She blew out a big puff of air and the little animal scurried away, diving for cover behind of piece of m
